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The Afghan Whigs with Wussy at the Varsity Theater 10/28/12

It was a surreal moment watching the legendary Afghan Whigs take to the soft blue-lit stage last night at their sold out show at the Varsity Theater. That much-loved Ohio-bred hard rock band who shook up the grunge club in the early 90s with noirish tales of sex and violence and had a penchant for funk and R&B, was standing before an adoring audience; a colorful collection of older fans who saw them in their heyday and saucer-eyed newbies (like myself) who followed magnetic frontman Greg Dulli from his newer endeavors like Gutter Twins (see: Mark Lanegan) and the Twilight Singers back to his roots. All of them were waiting to be swept off their feet by an always obliging Dulli - and as the band kicked into the first song, the epic “Crime Scene, Pt. 1” and white confetti spilled from the ceiling, it all felt like some wonderful dream you don’t ever want to awaken from.

alt-J – An Awesome Wave

UK art rockers, alt-J are certainly no strangers to the awkward task of assigning context to obscure subjects. The quartet met at Leeds University in 2007 as students of English Lit and Fine Art. Rather than pursue the steady income guaranteed from an art degree, they began creating music together under the moniker Daljit Dhaliwal (creepily, a real-life person), later adopting alt-J* as their permanent nom de plume.

Archers of Loaf at the 400 Bar 8/25/12 or How I Learned to Stop Complaining and Love That Sweet Ear Pain

Saturday evening’s gig proved to be a lesson in endurance for those ill-equipped to withstand the intense blast of sounds forced out of the 400 Bar’s meaty speakers. Chapel Hill, North Carolina’s Archers of Loaf, beloved elder statesman of 90s indie rock, are definitely not known for their delicate sensibilities. Luckily, it didn’t take folks long to forget all about their exposed eardrums and get swept up in AOL’s dizzying and passionate performance.

Jonathan Richman at the Cedar Cultural Center, Minneapolis (06/03/12)

Jonathan Richman has the kind of rock ‘n roll holiness reserved for someone like Leonard Cohen. But where Cohen is all hushed poetic passages and melancholy overtures, Richman inspires the kind of reaction that could only be found in a Baptist church on a Sunday morning. Dressed in yoga pants and slippers, with a long-sleeved green shirt over a black and white striped shirt, Richman padded across the Cedar Cultural Center’s stage looking like a Parisian street corner balladeer, his arms wide open ready to embrace the entire audience. An excited young fan near the front held up a glittery and feathered sign (“Jonathan, be my little dinosaur”) and Richman pointed at it and smiled and then patted his chest in gratitude as the entire room erupted in applause.

Splendour in the Grass – Line-up announced today!

SPLENDOUR IN THE GRASS - the annual, ephemeral city of sounds that exists solely for sweet music and good times will transform Woodfordia, near Woodford, south east Queensland from Friday 29 to Sunday 31 July. 

WIN WIN WIN: JJJ Hottest 100 Volume 18

This year an incredible 155,222 voters from 152 countries registered 1.26 million votes in JJJ's annual survey to find the hottest songs of 2010. Add to that 3,526 Hottest 100 parties held by listeners across Australia and internationally - making 2010's poll their biggest to date. 

Jonathan Richman at Bowery Ballroom, New York City (11/1/10)

Whether you think Jonathan Richman is an untrained genius or an overrated man-child, you can’t deny that he’s entertaining. At last night’s show at Bowery Ballroom, he had the audience laughing, dancing, and occasionally ‘aww-ing’ at his painfully honest lyrics and campy dance moves. As endearing as he proved to be, he proved his chops with some fancy guitar playing, accompanied by his right-hand man, Tommy Larkin on drums. Richman started the show with one of his many songs about famous artists, “No One Was Like Vermeer,” and the audience giggled at his overly sincere delivery and rambling narrative. On an old favorite like “Pablo Picasso,” he changed the words a little, noting that the phrase “to pick up” a girl had a much creepier context in 2010. It was such improvisation that had everyone cooing over his every move. The audience, a slightly older crowd, was much more reverent than a typical Williamsburg mob. The only contrary moment occurred when someone yelled, “Show yer tits!” during a dance number. Richman, ever the gentleman, coyly shook his head.